Scratcher of heads, rubber of bellies
Trixie sleeps on a throw pillow in the fall, in between the sound and fury of the summer monsoons and the gentler winter rains. Even in winter if the rain comes with a bit of wind she may sneak beneath the blankets, just in case. So spare a thought for her and her brothers with the storm coming on Monday, as we’re getting the roof replaced. And unlike the house in Portland, there’s no respite two floors down where you can hide, this house is but one floor.
The warmth of the winter sun in the desert almost makes up for the loss of the wooden grate in the house in Portland that blew warm air on your belly as you slept.
Almost.
Taken on New Year’s Eve but I could have taken the same picture many times this winter. Sam has the bed to himself at the moment as Boo is curled up on my legs.
In the coming year I hope you can snuggle with your loved ones to your heart’s content, and that you won’t bite someone who’s trying to help you recover from surgery. I realize the latter wish is a bit specific but even so it’s my wish for everyone.
When someone knocks on your door and you pretend you’re not home, hoping they’ll go away …
Sam strikes a pose almost like Rodin’s The Thinker but he’s bathing in front of one of the back windows, with an excellent view of the quail feeding by the fence.
Kids, be careful opening your presents! Lurking within may be the toy you’ve been dreaming of, or perhaps a ferocious monster eager to devour the naughty and the nice!
In the high heat of the desert summer even Sam stops seeking out sunbeams to warm his belly as he sleeps. Come cooler weather though, he’s like a flower tracking the sun as it arcs across the sky. A quick snap of one of my favorite models as I learn the new camera.
Sam and Boo were sleeping on my legs until I needed to get up, upon return I found this snuggly scene with both brothers having stolen my spot. Couldn’t bear to move them so let them be and sat down beside them.
Boolie 